*note: please read/sing author's note with that 'happy happy birthday' song*
Xanxus! Xanxus! Xanxus! The dude that has those scars! He never meant to be chap ten but well here you go then!
Disclaim! Disclaim! Disclaim! I do not own Reborn! I WANT TO OWN YOU HAYATO—but you are Amano's…!
—XxXxX—
"N-no— Xanxus I don't think this is right—"
"What the f*ck are you afraid of? The faster we're done, the better!"
"But— It'll hurt—"
"Just put it in first!"
"It doesn't seem right—"
"Gah! Let me do it, you worthless—"
"Woah…it's huge"
"Don't look at it, trash!"
"Well you said you were gonna do it…"
"Put it in like this, and—"
The door fell open, revealing an oddly attired group of men. Their eyes bulged out of their head, scared and confused. Just praying what they heard before was wrong.
"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU TRASHES?" Xanxus' rage leaked off his ears.
"W-we're very sorry, boss!" Leviathan started.
"VOOOOOIIIIII, you were doing something weird with her, weren't you?"
"Ushishishi…jealous?"
"The hell do you mean, Pant*ne head? He was teaching me how to use a gun!" You said.
"But you said 'it'll hurt' didn't you, stupid woman?" Squalo insisted.
"BECAUSE I FELT SORRY FOR THE MOUSE I'M GONNA SHOOT, YOU STUPID HEAD AND SH*ULDERS ADDICT—"
Cue gunshots and loud footsteps chasing one another. Best shooting practice, ever.
—XxXxX—
Didn't came out as planned but, well— hope ju likes~
*somewhere in the base of an Italian mobster*
"So…it was you that didn't do the 'job', eh?" she twirled her pen.
"I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL MEH" reader was tied and bruised.
"Then do it now. Click the 'review' button under this sketch…NOW"
"I WILL. I WILL. KYAAAA"
To be continued…?